Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.